Chapter Six

A/N: Did you know I suffer from premature posting disorder. Terrible thing, but at least you benefit from it. I am working on chapter 13 right now (!) and am very excited as to where we are heading.

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We get some more sexual tension and a little more info about Isabella's life in the wilderness. I hope none of you are offended by a bit of hunting.

Edward was stunned silent. He had no idea what he should do. He had heard the story every September, especially since the President was from his home town. They played the TV interviews and documentaries round the clock on her birthday, every year urging anyone with information to come forward. The age-adjusted pictures did not do Isabella justice, she was more beautiful than they could ever have estimated.

He could hear her humming through the open door as she picked their lunch from the garden. He walked to the window and watched her as she turned her face to the sun and closed her eyes, a smile on her lips. She was happy here, oblivious to her father's pain. Edward knew she would never survive going back to civilization, but how could he leave her out here?

Isabella, unaware of Edward's indecision inside the cottage, was thrilled to finally have someone to cook for again. One of her favorite things had been to prepare meals for her mother before she died. She selected only the best zucchini and peppers, before she set the basket on the porch and went to check her traps. Rabbit would go nicely with the vegetables, but they could stand on their own if the trap was empty. She was in luck, a nice fat bunny had gotten snared. She carried the animal up to the back of the cottage where she had her sharpest knife and quickly skinned and butchered the meat. The sky looked clear for the time being, so she started a fire in the outside pit and went to the creek to clean up and get water for the pot before she chopped the vegetables and meat and added it to the vessel suspended over the flames. Only once she had the stew simmering did she return to the cottage.

Edward was standing in the same place she had left him. His broad shoulders were hunched as he stared at the pictures on the wall. Isabella could not help but cross to him and lay her head on his shoulder, aching for the simple contact. His arm unconsciously wrapped around her slim waist, bringing her around to his chest, tugging her against his body. He turned and set his chin on the top of her head, sighing deeply. Just touching Isabella calmed him. He knew the smartest thing he had ever done was venturing out here to find her. Now he only had to figure out what to do now that he found her.

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Isabella could not hold back her smile as Edward groaned every time the spoon entered his mouth. He was eating as if he had not had a meal in a week, which was pretty accurate. The rations he had gotten from the sporting goods store were disgusting, only taking the edge off of his hunger. The rich, flavorful stew Isabella had placed in front of him tasted and smelled like ambrosia.

After two helpings, he leaned back in the chair and patted his warm, full belly. He looked up at Isabella and he swore his heart stopped. She was beautiful, he could not deny that, but the way she looked at him, trusting and shy, made him want to wrap her up in his arms and never let her go. He had not had much time for romance as he rushed through high school, college and med school, but he had managed to get the usual rites of passage in. He had lost his virginity while getting his undergrad. She was a TA in his Human Anatomy class named Maggie and she taught him several things about the female anatomy that he would never have found in a book. All through his time with Maggie, he found himself closing his eyes and instead of picturing her light hair and blue eyes, it was rich brown that invaded his mind. He felt like he was doing a disservice to both Maggie and his dream girl and ended the arrangement only a few weeks in. Now, as he felt arousal tightening in his belly and desire burning hot in his chest, he realized that he had never felt that with Maggie.

Isabella reached for his plate but Edward's hand wrapped around her wrist before she could grab it.

"I'll clean up. Its only fair since you cooked." He said with a smirk as he gathered up their dishes and stood. He looked for a sink, only to realize that without running water he was clueless as to his next move. Isabella watched Edward's inner turmoil before standing as well and walking over to where she had the kettle warming over the fire. She poured some of the hot water into a big plastic dish pan next to the stove and then added a few cups of the cold water from the pail. Edward took over from there, submerging their plates and silverware into the water before using the washcloth Isabella handed him to scrub them clean. He used the same cup from the pail to rinse the dishes before setting them on the towel Isabella had laid out on the table. He could not help but smile at his success before launching himself with a laugh at Isabella. She giggled wildly as he wrapped his arms around her waist, her own arms finding their way around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Her smile was blinding as she looked up at him, and he moved simply on instinct, leaning down to press his lips against hers.

Isabella froze, her eyes open wide as Edward's lips moved against hers. She could feel heat bubbling up from her belly, spreading like wild fire across her skin. Her heart pounded violently inside her chest as he moved his mouth against her, aching to get closer, to taste her. She felt her lids grow heavy and drifted closed as he pulled her tighter against him, her breasts pressing against his hard chest. A moan erupted from deep within Edward and Isabella's answering whimper made him deepen the kiss. His tongue traced along the seam of her lips and she opened instinctively, wanting to do anything to get closer to him. Their tongues tangled together, moving from his mouth to her as they battled with each other. Finally, desperate for breath Edward pulled away and looked down. Isabella was still frozen mid-kiss. Her full lips were formed into an adorable pout, her hands tangled tightly in his hair trying to pull him back down to her. He brought one of his hands up from her waist to brush the wayward hair from her face, running his thumb over the swollen curve of her lips. She slowly opened her eyes, lust-hazed and unfocused she smiled up at him.

"Why does it feel like I want to crawl inside of you?" She whispered, her voice rough with innocent desire.

"I'm not sure, but I feel the same way. You remember when I saw you in the tree?" Edward asked quietly as he let his fingers stroke gently over the smooth skin of her cheek. She nodded against his fingers, turning into his touch.

"There has not been a night since then that you were not in my dreams. I worried that you were alone out here, unprotected. Every night you invaded my sleep and each morning when I felt the empty bed next to me, my heart broke a little. The memory of you brought me out here. I needed to find you. But now…I am lost as to what we do next." He whispered.

"Did you not think it was the same for me? As soon as I closed my eyes, I would see your eyes. Imagining what it would feel like to have your hands on me, to share my life here with you. You are right, I have no idea where we go from here. I can't go back into your world, it's not safe and it would be unfair of me to ask you to desert your life and stay here." She said sadly as a single tear rolled down her cheek, catching on Edward's fingers that still rested against her skin.

"Don't worry my love. I have a plan."

A/N: Ok Edward…what is the plan? I would love to hear your ideas. I am also still deciding if I should have Charlie be an actual threat or just a figment of Renee's fucked up mind. What do you think? Maybe more tomorrow? Maybe Wednesday? It will depend on how much I get done today.

Kisses!

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